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Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Blog Tour: Because Beards - Anthology

Be it a little scruff or a full length beard, there’s nothing more attractive than a man with a well-groomed face. Masculine. Powerful. Sexy. Devoted. Lose yourself in this tantalizing collection of original short stories by your favorite romance authors in support of a great cause. Hipster CEO, bartender, best friend, baseball player—just to name a few—these men all have one thing in common: they’re bearded for your pleasure and deliver one hell of a happy ever after.

All proceeds from this anthology will be donated to The Movember Foundation, an organization that supports charities in the research and treatment of prostate and testicular cancer as well as other men’s health initiatives.

For only $0.99, and all proceeds going to The Movember Foundation to benefit men’s health, this charity anthology brings you twenty-one original short stories from your favorite romance authors; some hot, others sweet, and a few ultra-steamy… but all bearded for your pleasure.

REVIEW

Are you a pogonophile?
I definitely am. Show me a book
boyfriend with a beard and I will start drooling. Give me an anthology dedicated to beards and
I will grab ahold with both hands and feet.
I was stoked to be getting the Because
Beards anthology. Not just because
well…beards but also because the proceeds go to charity. All proceeds go to The Movember Foundation, a
great group that supports charities in the research and treatment of prostate
and testicular cancer.

I’ve read only a few of the stories so far (a trip to the ER
had time running short) but oh my goodness.
There are some sweet, sassy females and some swoon worthy men in these
pages. I love the humor as well. There’s a little bit of everything in here. Romance, sexy, sweet, flirty, funny—you name
it you can probably find it within these pages.
There are also all flavors of book boyfriends inside—they all just have
one thing in common. Beards. It was the perfect thing to keep my mind off
the election woes!

So if you’re looking for something short and sweet to read,
definitely pick this up and help support The Movember Foundation while you’re
at it. -Peace and Love, Buxom J

They headed straight for her, wolves hunting their prey. She stood talking to a couple of stuffed shirts, but her gaze slid over to them and she did a double take. He was half-afraid she’d ignore them completely, or, worse, make a beeline in the opposite direction, but, to his surprise, she broke away from her cronies and headed toward them. They met her near a concrete pillar and she skirted the side of it so it hid them from view.

“I didn’t know they invited the Super Troopers.” She folded her arms across her perky breasts.

“What parking tickets?” she spluttered. “What in the hell are you—” Catching the amusement on Keith’s face, she relaxed. “Very funny.”

He tilted his head. “Well, I’m definitely writing a ticket for that dress. It should be illegal.”

Her sensuous lips curved into a smile. “Oh, really?” She infused a heavy dose of skepticism into her words.

“On you, at least. It could incite a riot.” He stuck out his hand. “Keith Swensen.”

She gripped his palm, her slender handshake firm and professional. “Sloane Walters.”

“John Hathaway.” John offered his hand. “How do you know Judge Tell?”

She pointed to her lovely chest, giving them the excuse to ogle her cleavage. “Public defender.”

John snorted. “That explains it.”

Her jaw dropped in clear offense. “That explains what?”

“Type A personality. Never lets her hair down. Dying to get laid if only she didn’t have to touch anyone to do it.”

Her beautiful aqua eyes narrowed. “You don’t know me.”

His boyish grin appeared. “Oh yeah? What kind of woman buys two guys drinks, flirts, and then bites their heads off when they show interest?”

A flicker of regret—or defeat—flashed across her face. Keith didn’t like it. They didn’t seek to insult her or make her feel bad, but to incite her to action.

He spoke up before she could answer. “The kind who is secretly dying to know what it feels like to have two men make love to her at once.”

Their gazes tangled. His eyes went to those full, glossy lips, close enough to kiss, as he imagined what it would be like to take her mouth. His heart gave a double pump, a sort of lurch that made the hair on his arms stand up with recognition.